Chapter 1

Hello, this is a PJO fanfic{my second one} and it's not gonna be high school based. So yeah. Let's get this started already.

Enya's POV

Looking at it now

It all seems so simple

We were lying on your couch

I remember

You took a polaroid of us

Then discovered

The rest of the world was black and white

But we were in screaming colour

And I remember thinking

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods?

Are we in clear yet?

Are we in clear yet?

Are we in clear yet?

In the clear yet, good.

Are we out of the woods?

And we run. Into the woods and away from the poor excuse of a loving home. Far away from my past, filled with lies and thorns, ugly truths hidden from sight fading into view.

Running away when you are fourteen? Not very wise. Today is officially the day my sister and I took off into the woods behind our house and away from my family. No, my foster family. I was glad I had none of their blood running through my veins. Honestly, I would be disgusted. I hated them, more than green peas and dirty laundry. But for now, they were all behind me. I didn't care. Daphne was sprinting beside me, sneakers slapping against the dirt. Her face was pale in the moonlight, the freckles dotting her cheeks more significant than ever. Her sea green eyes shone in the light, sparkling with a glint of mischief, unlike mine which were a dull pitch black. The only sounds that could be heard were our footsteps and my constant shallow breathing as well as Daphne softly panting. It was getting darker and darker as the trees loomed before us, its shadows casting odd shapes on the grassy forest floor. The deeper we got into the woods, the more I regretted leaving that safe haven of a house. It wasn't me who was scared, but mostly my timid sister, who was scared of mice. She could be brave at times, but courage always has its limit. Besides, I had no idea what was waiting for us at every turn. A bear could just jump on us and attack us for all we knew. There were just so many possibilities of unknown danger lurking at every corner in the shadows. From young, I had never been afraid of the dark. It was probably what my foster parents found weird in me. I relished the time I spent in them, and it was no problem because my house had many dark corners, and shadows in the attic which I insisted in occupying as a bedroom. Death was a topic I thought about till an unhealthy level for a teenage, but I never seize to wonder what afterlife would be like. It was really creepy, quoted by my stepsisters, who I'd much rather choose to stay away from.

We paused for a while, slumping onto a pine tree on the opposite side of each other. After staring at each other for a few minutes, Daphne shrugged off her backpack and rummaged through it, before fishing out a canteen and handing it to me. I gulped down a mouthful of the refreshing water and passed it to my sister, who looked paler than normal. Sweat trickled down her skull, but evaporated almost as soon as it touched her skin.

We sat in silence for a while, only interrupted by the hooting of owls and an occasional howl, which scared Daphne a little.

"What to do?" Daphne whispered, her voice shaky and unstable. She spoke for the first time since we left, and she was half-trembling because of the cold and in fear. I knew exactly what she meant, and turned in a full circle. We were pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

"For now," I answered in an uncertain tone," We need to find shelter for the night. Shouldn't we make camp in here? Sounds the safest—" I trailed off when a catcall sounded from a distance. Without waiting, I scrambled to my feet, and spotted a tiny spark lighting up the night sky. It was from a strawberry field, and I knew better than to enter private territory but curiosity got the better of me. Daphne followed behind me, and we glanced at each other, exchanging looks, then sneaked behind an oak tree, completely out of view and covered by the willowy canopy.

The sight that greeted us was mystical. Just below the hill we were on was a huge layout of what I could easily make out as a camp. Tiny cabins dotted the valley, all decorated elaborately. There was a bigger cabin beside all the others, a two-storey one that looked somewhat like my house except it was made from wood. There were a couple sheds and huts in the clearing, as well as open spaces that looked like amphitheatres except there were racks of weapons lying on it. Spears, bows, swords, knifes… basically every kind of weapon you could think of. The place had to be a sort of arena. Daphne gasped beside me, in astonishment. I blinked a couple times to make sure I was not dreaming, then stared wide-eyed at the arena. In the middle, there was a building with no roof and a bonfire was burning at the side. Kids around our age were sitting by the raging fire, scrapping what looked like food from a far into the sweet-smelling fire. A strong smell of roast chicken wafted through the air, making me realize just how hungry I was since that meal in the morning of plain toasted bread. Drooling, I was about to continue taking in my surroundings when a strong gust of wind blew against us and a dark figure appeared from the shadows without much warning. My sister held back a scream, which was muffled by the boy's pale and cold hand. Glaring at him, I grabbed at the figure, not yet exposed completely from the shadows, and held on to a leather material, pulling onto it. The boy was dragged out of his hiding spot, and I evasively ripped his hand away from my sister's mouth.

"Hey! Were you stalking us? Dude, look. There is a thing in this world we call politeness, and that was freaking creepy of you to do that. And by that I mean no spying on girls when they are alone. Or half alone." I raised my eyebrows, looking at him up and down.

The boy was about an inch taller than me, towering over my wiry and frail frame. With jet black hair swept to the side, his eyes were almost like mine, just darker and a brownish-black, almost like it was hiding secrets. They stared almost curiously at me, but also cautiously. Almost as pale as me, he looked extremely ghastly, like a ghost, in the dark and against the starry night sky. He wore an aviator leather jacket and combat boots with those heavy looking metal chains around his bleached and very much ripped jeans. He did not look very intimidating, and definitely about Daphne's age or so.

His stance wavered when he studied me, and he backed away, looking as though he was going to run off. Not so fast, stalker boy.

"You're not going anywhere, ghost guy. You gotta tell me why you were stalking us and at least apologize and tell us what is going on down there." I jabbed a thumb back in the direction of the crackling flames. He didn't appear to be even listening to me. If anything, he grew paler by the minute, if that was even possible judging by his already powder white complexion. Annoying guy, I thought to myself, scowling.

"You… you have to come with me…" He stammered, seemingly lost for words. "Your aura is strong… and—"I narrowed my eyes at him, raising an eyebrow in questioning and almost causing him to cower. It was funny in a way what kind of effect I had on him.

"Stop talking like you own me! Please, I'm not going anywhere with you—"I was rudely cut off with the boy grabbing my arm and before I could protest, we slipped into darkness.

Nico's POV

I didn't want to wait for a response before I shadow-travelled both of us to the Big house. She had to be a demigod, that girl. So was her sister, who had an aura of a half-blood too. Since I was like a miniature fear detector, I could sense the level of fear they had in them. She had none for a long time, and it was almost terrifying to see such an emotionless person. Almost. I sluggishly stepped out of a pool of shadows in the Big house, just as Chiron came clomping in. Perfect timing. He didn't look very surprise when he saw Green-eyed, until his eyes landed on Fearless girl. She didn't seem to notice him, prior to her look of pure hatred towards me and she had her hands stuck out like she was on the brink of wringing my neck. Green-eyed saw Chiron and her face drained of colour, as though she was going to faint. Fearless girl looked up to see him, but didn't freak out like I probably did when I was young, remaining perfectly calm like I half-expected her to. She looked just a little angry, otherwise, completely masked of all emotions. Or maybe, very, very angry.

"Where am I? Who is this horse dude, ghost boy?" She demanded, looking at me expectantly for a reason, which I had none.

"Nico," Chiron spoke up for the first time since she arrived. I glanced up at him, but he simply looked dumbfounded, staring at her in both amazement and slight horror. What was wrong with her?

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She replied all of a sudden, with a hint of anger in her voice. Had I said that out loud? Oh man, you are so screwed up, Nico.

"Nico, I need to talk to you. Privately." Chiron finally straightened up and stopped looking like he wanted to pee in his pants. Except he did not have pants on. He spoke seriously, his face stern and all, making me jittery and nervous. I nodded and followed Chiron to an office, where he gestured for me to take a seat. Then he started talking.

"No way in Hades… no way no way no way…" He chanted, fear and disbelief clouding his eyes. I rolled my eyes at how melodramatic he was being.

"Oh come on Chiron, they are one of the Big Three, right? I could sense it too, and I know about how their breaking their oath again but we've had this before, and it's no big deal—"I stopped when he sighed, shaking his head.

"No, Nico, you don't understand. We weren't expecting two. The other, the one with the powerful aura, doesn't have a protector." He paused, and I processed all that info.

"But—"

"You know what that means do you?" He looked at me in the eye, and slowly, I nodded.

"She doesn't have a godly parent."

Daphne's POV

As if seeing a half horse half man wasn't enough, now we have this creep stalker talking over some stuff while we hang out in their house. Enya sat on the wooden floor, sighing in defeat as we waited them out. I could hear muffled voices from the office, and knew they were keeping secrets from us. That wasn't very nice at all. We were their guest, so at least they treat us to some warm food and blankets for the night, right? But no, we're still standing here waiting them out. Weird how it seems all just like a dream. Like we never actually ran away and are now tucked into our rickety beds in the corner room whilst Enya is in the attic hanging around. In frustration, I flung my hands up in the air and growled, landing on my butt as I sat beside Enya. Then, a thought flew into my mind. That could work, though I have never actually eavesdropped before, only Enya did that on our foster parents in the past. I crept over to the door they went into and pressed my ear to the door. I could hear their conversation, and listened eagerly and intently.

"—expected this girl called Daphne, and she is one of the Big Three. Her protector, Felix, was supposed to go get her but was held back by a council. I guess he doesn't need to do so anymore."

"But who is the other girl's parent? I mean the other one. She is obviously not mortal, and she radiates an aura." That had to be the creep. Why was he talking about my sister?

"I don't know, Nico, I don't know. It's all been such a mystery, now that she came into the picture. But I have a sneaking suspicion, after all the signs of her being come and not showing fear, also her radiating a wave of pure terror…" He lowered his volume then, and I growled in frustration, perhaps a little too loud. Clamping my hand over my mouth, I gulped and swallowed hard, mentally scoulding myself for being so stupid.

"What are you doing?" I almost jumped when Enya slid to my side. Playfully, I smiled and jabbed her side, then pressed my ear back to the rough and splintered surface of the door. She followed my actions and did the same with a glow of excitement.

"Impossible! Why would anyone, especially her mother, like such a person? That would mean he is her dad! That's half crazy! And how is it even possible for her mother to have such a devil child? A mortal, even, to bear such a child? She must be dead now. How would she even be able to fall in love with him? And how did he get on earth itself to get to know her? She must have been a moron to conceive her, and let her live till this day—" It was too late to stop Enya from listening to him, because in no time, her eyes widened and tears threatened to fall. Choking back a sob, they must have heard her because there was silence, then footsteps to the door. But before the creep could even open the door and step foot outside, she was gone, running out of the house with a hand over her crying eyes.

Haii. Wat do u think? Like it? Review, fav, follow. Tell me wat u think can be improved, and I'll try to ans qns too. Also, I'll be having a song in each chapter, cuz I luvvvvvvv music 3 Then I'll provide the names of the song at the bottom. Thxs for reading!

Out of the woods –Taylor Swift 3 yay! Awesome song